She's always been friendly too me, but I've never really grown close to her.Her oldest daughter was Ruby and she was the black sheep of the family. Sh... was 21, two years older than me, and from what my dad had told me, sometimes she stayed at the house and sometimes she would be off for weeks, not telling anyone where she had gone. Ruby was a tattoo artist by trade and she looked the part. Her hair had a tomboyish cut to it. It was dyed black except for a streak of purple that she let hang over. It looked far too expensive to just throw away or break so he shrugged his shoulders and took it with him. For about ten minutes he walked the beach letting the rhythmic sound of the eternal waves sooth his mind and the crisp, clean sea air fill his lungs. He was at peace with the world, such as it was. With a sigh, he returned to the cottage to check out the heavy green bottle and wolf down some breakfast. The sharp, salty air had at least improved his appitite if nothing else. One thing. "Trust me, I'll be here. Don't make me wait to long for that sexy ass." She blushes and grabs her jacket and purse and heads to the bathroom. I admire her sexy little body as she walks away. I'm the luckiest that man in the world right now. I don't know how long she was in the bathroom but it seemed like a while to a drunk horny man. She walks out the restroom with her sexy little outfit all in place, hair all nice looking all fresh and amazing. I stand up as she approaches me. We. Hill, her favorite teacher at Patriot High. "It'd be so silly to worry Jack about anything. You're so nice, Mr. Hill!" I know," Mr. Hill said. "You can have them back, by the way. I know you want to make your brother happy." He gently pushed the headphones further across his desk, until they rested right in front of Emily. "I just needed to take a look ... well, the people I work for wanted to look at them, anyway. In some regards, they're rather primitive, but in others..." Mr. Hill looked at.